Their wings met for a moment in mimic combat, and then away they glided in close embrace far over the heads of the discomfited champions, each aiding other with fairy wings, to seek a lonely spot far away among the rushes.
A plaintive air, sung by some shrill girlish voices in the West End, was wafted over by the light evening breeze.

It was so still that Madeleine could follow every word: "I now myself must sever, My little friend, from thee.
Let naught oppress thee ever; Soon home again I'll be." She felt more than usually depressed, and now, just as it had happened after church on Sunday, Delphin's image seemed suddenly to spring up into her thoughts.

Where he came from she knew not.

A web of confused reveries seemed to weave themselves in her soul, just as the moon shed its mysterious network of shadows over the grass.
Her attention was all at once attracted by a noise in the garden.

She certainly fancied that she heard the door of the summer-house creak on its rusty hinges.